No A C

Huh?
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Bitch!
No A/C, I pull up with heat
Ain’t talking of cash, ain’t talking to me
I got them diamonds, they cover my teeth
There’s no way, that i could talk cheap
Hop in the foreign, i don’t need a key
Smokin' on grams, smokin' on P’s
I got the Gucci, they all on my feet
I am the nigga that you’d wanna be
I keep the racks, they all on my jeans
Smokin' gas, feel like i got wings
After the life, that you niggas dream
Hi Tech, i’ll sleep on the lean
Water diamonds, the well up the stream
Takin' in piece, bet it, a marine
Playin' wit' us, get hit with the beam
IceWater gang, you know that’s my team
Diego Money, i come from the streets
Saying ya' picks, oh can we meet
I be juggin' every day of the week
Smokin' on sharpie, you know that i’m geek
Pull up on you, if you think this shit sweet
Fuckin' yo' bitch it’s out of the suite
Red nigga, i can’t do a tweet
Pull up with choppas if a nigga want beef